Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 606

She hardly expected him to say that.

Tilly thought that she was a bad person as far as all of them were concerned. In truth, it was her cousin Madge who had prodded her to sabotage Charlie's and Wendy's relationship. Even so, she managed to stop herself from doing something absolutely evil at the last crucial moment.

Instead, if she really was wicked, she could have easily drugged them to really make things real...

Francis’ smile hardly waned. "As for the money just now, you don't have to pay me back. It's just a little kind gesture and I'd have helped out even if it’s not you. Anyway, nice meeting you, Tilly. I have got something up, so I gotta go."

He glanced at his watch and hurried across the zebra crossing.

In a daze, Tilly watched him left before she finally turned around and walked down the street. Only, she paused after a couple of steps to look back at him. She would pause another two more times until he was completely gone.

Then she remembered something important and she stomped her foot with frustration, "Ah! How could 11? I’ve forgotten to get his number!"

More than once, Tilly had doubted if it was right coming back here in a hurry.

She couldn't help but rush home the moment she got a phone call from her cousin Madge. Her temperament just couldn't make her sit still on her hands. Before she even knew it, she was already on the next flight home. Only after the Gray family incident involving the rat poison did she finally realize how she had been used as a patsy all along.

She might have benefited substantially by overcoming her differences with Wendy and becoming fast friends with her, but that came with the price of having to give up her pursuit of Charlie.

She was frank and straightforward, but after all, she was hardly the most resilient girl with a rock for a heart. She saw the treachery embedded inside her family and lost the love she had clung on for so long since she was a girl, and these incidents hurt her deeply and she relied on liquor to help alleviate her sorrows and pain.

She frequented local bars regularly during weekends with her classmates when she was still at England, but she had hardly come to places like this by herself.

Places where decadence and indulgence thrived especially in the night.

The glasses reflecting myriads of colors and neons, the deafening music beats, and the men and women gyrating to the tempo of the music on the dance floor made Tilly chose a seat right at the center. She splurged on a bottle of whisky and called for a bucket of ice and she deposited ice cubes into her glass.

Again and again, she filled her glass and downed its contents thirstily that she began to lose count of how many rounds she had consumed.

For a young and beautiful lady like her to come alone to such a place was like a lamb stepping amongst a pack of wolves. Stares came from everywhere around the bar for she stood out like a beacon, attracting attention from all quarters both good and bad.

Tilly was none the wiser. The whiskey glass in her fingers began to sway as she lifted it to her mouth and when she finished gulping down every drop of the walnut brown beverage, she laid down on the bar, utterly wasted.

A few customers came down from the table upstairs.

Among them was a certain Francis Wallace.

Accompanying his grandfather from Hong Kong to Ice City, he had been asked to oversee his family business' s joint venture with the Hogg’s Group aside from other related deals. As Chase Wallace neared his retirement, he intended to leave the helm of the family conglomerate into his able hands, and hence Francis has now taken over much of his duties.

It was usual for Francis to come to this bar with his clients after a business dinner and as they came back downstairs into the public area, his eyes scanned the crowd and wandered to the bar.

Francis had noticed her when they first came in and since she was drinking alone, he decided to not disturb her and he went upstairs with the clients. But now, there she was, lying motionless at the bar, he did not have to be a genius to know that she was drunk.

At a nearby corner were a few skulking men who were eying her sinisterly and Tilly was still unaware of her peril.

One of his clients noticed Francis gazing into the crowd and asked, "A friend, perhaps, Mr. Wallace?" "No," Francis shook his head.

There was nothing wrong with his answer.